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The Dethroned Monarch

A great monarch is not one without flaws, but rather they are those who recognize their shortcomings and continually refine them, turning their flaws into strengths. Such were the principles that Ysabel's mother taught her. However, the very woman had killed herself when her flaws brought her to stand before judgment. Wounded by her mother's betrayal to the crown and their people, Ysabel was stripped of her title and dethroned on the very day she was ready to confess her love to Prince Hinrik. Exiled to live the rest of her life outside the kingdom, Ysabel met a mysterious stranger who gave her a second chance to fix what had gone wrong. Accepting the offer, Ysabel found herself waking up several days before her coronation as the new Queen of Eyeris. Determined to discover the mystery behind her mother's death, Ysabel knew changes were bound to be made. No longer posing as the kind-hearted monarch, Ysabel met Prince Hinrik, the man she had fallen in love with in her previous life. Dead-set on never repeating the same mistakes, Ysabel distanced herself from the dashing Prince. Yet, how long would she be able to resist him when he was living within her reach? -- DISCLAIMER: Cover is not mine

shrEk2o3 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
132 Chs

Work in progress: Chapter undergoing editing 

"If everyone were a good person, it'd obviously be a better world."

-Aaron Paul

Before the sun could fully rise the following morning, King Baltimore had two horses prepared. Ysabel then joined him by the courtyard, the latter yawning but smiling after catching his father's gaze.

"I always enjoy rides with you, father. It's been a while since we had one."

King Baltimore gestured towards the horses. 

"Let's not waste time then. Your mother would like to have you back in time for your lessons."

Ysabel made a face.

"I hate those," she muttered. King Baltimore chuckled, helping Ysabel mount a different horse. Her horse was spooked yesterday. 

It refused to come out.

The princess settled on top of the horse, stroking its mane to get into its good graces. After her day's lessons, Ysabel had thought of something to do. 

"Riding in the morning would help you cope, and of course, I'm with you."